the decision of strength

Touched by the force of the currents soft texture. Neck high n the waters r risin for the levels to be measured. Will the man within come out n play a malicious game. Or be trapped by the pressure closin in n drowned by the pourin rain. The crushin of the collapsin mind has to decide what strength truly is. In a moment that defines the depths of survivals fists. Clinched n buried either below the suns caress that will never be felt again. Our in life's face balled up n swingin to stand as a man. Sink or swim, floatin with exhaustion as the head bobs above the surface. Thinkin, was the fight every worthy of the expressions of worth it. Surrounded by a gribless substance with no form that holds the war behind the lids at bays drip wantin to set sail. N it's how this battle is fought is what shall become of an individual's unspoken tale.